A woman is having an affair during the day while her husband is at work. Her 9 year old son comes home unexpectedly, sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch. The woman’s husband also comes home. She puts her lover in the closet, not realizing that the little boy is in there already.

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together. Boy – “Dark in here.” Man – “Yes, it is.” Boy – “I have a baseball glove.” The lover remembering the last time, asks the boy, “How much?” Boy – “$750” Man – “Fine.”

A few days later, the father says to the boy, “Grab your glove, let’s go outside and have a game of catch.” The boy says, “I can’t, I sold my baseball and my glove.” The father asks, “How much did you sell them for?” Boy – “$1,000” The father says, “That’s terrible to overcharge your friends like that…that is way more than those two things cost.

I’m going to take you to church and make you confess.” They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door. The boy says, “Dark in here.” The priest says, “Don’t start that shit again.”

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Teacher asks the kids in her 3rd grade class: “What do you want to be when
you grow up?”

Little Johnny says: “I wanna be a billionaire, go to the most expensive
clubs,
Find me the finest whore, give her a Ferrari worth over a million bucks, an
apartment in Copacabana, a mansion in Paris , a jet to travel throughout
Europe ,
and an Infinite Visa Card, while banging her three times a day”.

The teacher, shocked, and not knowing what to do with this horrible response
from little Johnny, decides not to acknowledge what he said and simply tries
to continue with the lesson . . . .

A while back, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a lovely date at her parents’ home.
I’d scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu; shrimp cocktail, lobster, patron, champagne.

I asked her, “Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?”
“No,” she replied, “but my mother’s not expecting a blow job tonight.”
I said “Would you care for dessert?”